By fire I dreamed you sincereWith antlers on your headThat cast spindling shadows in the ashesI couldn’t tell if they were a ceremonial crown or a mutationWearing my old blue, plaid shirtOversized and wrapped around almost the entirety of your tender frame Like a cloakThe firepit, Halloween exhalation Laughing lights across your belly

Nate Maxson is a writer and performance artist. The author of several collections of poetry, he lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico.